I have enough things draining my time.  The last thing I need is something else.  Lately it seems everyone and their brother is sending me ‘join me at Facebook or____, you fill in the blank’ notices.  I’m here to tell all of you who have sent me these requests that I love you but no, I don’t want to join. 

     I seldom chat online any more as many of my friends have noticed.  Managing my time has become a difficult enough task.  I get giddy if I can get dinner on the table before 6:30 p.m.  Dear Hubby never complains although I’ve seen him look longingly at the kitchen when I’m typing away on one of my books. 

     The only ones who complain if their dinner is late are the dogs.  If I don’t start fixing their dinners by 5p.m. I get all sorts of grief from Gavin.  He starts by poking me with his nose and if that doesn’t get my attention he barks at me until I look at the clock and realize his tummy alarm has gone off.  Thank goodness, Patty stands back and lets him do the bitching although there have been days where she will nudge me a bit too.